Dimensional Descent

Rotsan's shock reached an untold level. He was certain that he had done enough to block Leonel, whether that be his laser or the subsequent attack. But, he had somehow lost his arm.

That should have been impossible! His laser was a hidden measure and carried the impact of a Tier 9 expert, not to mention a speed that dwarfed even a Quasi Sixth Dimensional existence.

To make matters worse, his strike should have been more than enough to deal with a Tier 1 expert like Leonel who had only grasped the Four Seasons Realm. But, to his shock, not only was Leonel's Four Seasons Realm far more powerful than any Rotsan had ever come across before, but his Winter Artistic Conception was actually able to corrode his Force.

The result was the Force Rotsan prepared as a counter being rendered useless and his arm flying off as a result.

To Rotsan's horror, Leonel's assault didn't come to an end, nor did Noah take even a step back. Their oppressive auras rose in unison, burying Rotsan's own beneath their might.

Rotsan dove to the side, running from Leonel's blade and trying to slip Noah's in such a way that the two Princes would be forced to clash.

However, it was right at that moment that a new oppression descended.

Leonel's gaze was cold, the pale violet hues of his irises dancing with a darker and darker light.

He held out his silver dual bladed spear, the air around it trembling.

Leonel had had this spear in his possession for a very long time. But, he had never been able to use its Domain. Every attempt he made resulted in the spear fighting back, its disdain for him being almost palpable. However, things were different now.

A buzzing sound appeared from thin air, the spear continuing to tremble.

"Duality."

Leonel and Noah's speeds suddenly broke through a barrier. Realizing the change, Noah no longer hesitated, his body weight increasing explosively as a sheen of diamond coated his skin. His saber doubled in size as he swung down.

expression warped. He tried to retreat again, but for some reason he found that

bronze eyeball spun, a sudden realization hitting him. The percentage of his speed he lost was exactly how much Leonel and Noah gained, simply split between the two

realized then that there was no way this was a coincidence. Was this the ability of Leonel? How could

grew heated, Rotsan throwing out everything he had to survive. But, the delicate instruments of his Radix Cube had

this from the very beginning, driving him into a corner from the start and ensuring that he never got to use his

and the others of what they might have to face, but he was so suffocated by the two Princes that

…

popped along his forehead, the aura of a Sixth Dimensional existence threatening to shatter the space around him. The creaking of the ship grew

"Head, I will go!"

the junior starship seemed to be hovering just above the planet, the reality was that

"Go!" Avarone practically growled.

…

and bloodied, barely using the reserves of his strength to

pride blooming in their hearts as

said that they were weak? That they were

hanging around Leonel only seemed to grow thicker while the emerald of Noah's gaze

doubled

retaliation, but his attack speed was suddenly halved while Noah's accelerated even

all out with

quickly turned metallic, all sorts of hidden gadgets within his body piercing outside and coating him

to his back, his spear arching upward and taking with it Rotsan's other arm just as it rose up to

down toward the blade. But,

sheering metal resounded, Noah's

from him. Even nearing his death, he had no idea how Leonel had rendered so many of his